Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.